i hate when crocodiles come out of nowhere...but this time it worked great...i love demented humor...its my practice.

the side brackets in the middle got "we didn't start the fire" stuck in my head...good show.

like midgets on unicycles, always good for a chuckle...just this is what you might call an intelligent chuckle...midget laughter is just an unconscious reaction.

the guy didn't ask for any single dutches or blunts...what was he thinking?

oh yeah, poetry.com...i've got 2 poems in that book...actually, i've got one coming out on the new cd The Sound of Poetry...its professional and everything! i'm TWITerpated...anyway, image is nothing, thirst is everything...WRITE! goddamn i need to lay off the acid.

...i forgot to mention in my last ramble, but -=Dark_Angel=- inspired my poetic tones to write a pile of garbage to www.poetry.com and see how far it makes it...i'll keep you all posted.

seems as if this is just one very long night...you bounce around a lot though...sitting, lying, sitting...and you i think you used dying too closely together near the end...but it still gets the point across, so kudos.

most of my poems are just one act...i build up the need for a release and just start writing about what is troubling or exciting me until i run out of words...they are a combined long running history (long being the last 7 years)

i thought the first half was about trying to drunkenly get into your house at night...but then my brain kicked in...leaves a funny mental image i must say...clever scamp.

if this was written in adolescence...well, i can hardly keep my attention on taking a piss long enough before i get bored...but you're right, even if i hasn't been a long time, its always amusing to look back on yourself...and i tend to think this "life story" was quite short for a lifetime...

HEY BABBITT!...i loved this for kinda the same reason...its written a lot like some of my earlier poems so i found it easy to follow...starts off in one place and seems to travel through many different paths, only to have them all end in the same place...got some funk to it, yeah...plus hey, least it wasn't like the first time crossing the equator there ex-navy boy.

i think this is great. it pretty much describes a large part of my life when I dreaded coming home. if my lack of sleep could produce a better word then "beautiful" I'd use it, but thats the best I've got for now.

little vinegar never hurt anyone...until it gets in your eyes and makes you blind...which is common for me (take this both metaphorically and literally).

i'm gonna jump on the suck bandwagon...though the constant use of "yeah" would make it a thriving candidate for any Ozzy of Rob Zombie tune (record: i love both of them)...i'd also like the add my written chuckle of admiration for Dark Angel...brilliant, seriously. your comments made the poem.

if metallica got their hands on this they'd have a new 'creeping death'...don't let that happen.

could've used some pubic hair umlouts...or however those germans spell things...i can't remember anymore.

yep...that hit a spot...there it goes...alright...i liked it.

i'm sensing a lot of negative energy hear...lets just clear this up for everyone...-=Dark_Angel=- BRIDGES his mental images into poetic words...good job

walt whitman (for those of you familar with the philly area) BRIDGES pennsylvania to new jersey...i wish there was less of those.